May 21, 2016

We had to draw posters for an in-class project and my progress was not going well. I had given my initial idea to someone else, thinking that I would later think of something else on my own. Unfortunately that thought never came as I looked down at my hastily crayoned fence on my paper while being acutely aware that time was running out.

“Do you like airports?” a friend asked. I was now sitting in a fancy public restroom with black marble and green tinted glass. After giving a “spoiler alert”, he mentioned how one time he picked up won a bunch of CDs from it.